(Sorry Sam)

I heard, and in my soul discern'd
two voices in the air

"Is it he?" quoth one, "is this the Max?"

The other was a softer voice
As soft as honey-dew:
Quoth he, "The Max hath penance done,
And penance more will do."

Forthwith my this frame of mine was wrench'd
With a woful agony,
Which forced me to begin my tale;
And then it left me free.

Since then at an uncertain hour,
That agony returns,
And till my ghastly tale is told,
This heart within me burns.

He playeth best, who keepeth best
All rules both great and small.